Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Dreams

Murder, murder, nigga
Murder, bloody murder,

People say I them of Michael
Myers, rippin' up with pliers like I'm psycho
Smash 'em with the on, KILL 'EM
Then hit the freeway gas and you niggas, my tank filled up with nitro
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me I was dead broke
A bum on a park bench with nothin' to smoke
Askin' I would ask can I just take a
And everyone of you would all try to get ghost

And now all the sudden niggas wanna act like they my best
blunts up for the shows and free bottles of Hen'
You can find a nigga a bitch up in the back
And that's some bullshit I fuckin' with
Drunk with a big pump, to sin
Hit a nigga with the like I'm Popeye off spinach
Always the one poppin' it out, don't stop I'm finished
Humphrey Bogart, I go hard, these think they so hard
I reach up in they soul and make 'em me they limits

Walkin' like a scene from your nightmare, I'm right
a chainsaw, you look like you just saw a ghost
Everybody and motherfuckin' mama know, I will go
All up into your and be doin' the most
Bloodstains when the slugs came, nigga, silverback shit
Really get my rocks off when the off's just killin' shit
Black mamba venomous, like an orangutan
Bangin' all you niggas with this silverback shit

Ugly as Chewbacca but I'm a doctor with this
Annoying as them in malls askin' you for surveys (surveys)
Run up in you and hit you in the way
And I don't really give a shit if it's your motherfuckin'
Never really a fuck though, I'm cutthroat, leanin'
People comin' at me everyday for the new shit, they
Quit daydreamin'
Twisted ready to hit your muthafucking brain up, I am the Last Demon!

I am the Demon!